New Orleans is a Good Place to Be

Friday morning at 7, a dozen of us hopped in two minivans led by Joe Kuhlmann of The Evening Muse. By 8:00 Friday night, we were hoofing it down New Orleans' own Bourbon St. on our way to a famous Voodoo Daiquiri to kick off a weekend of fun complete with a Panthers game and New Years celebrations! Lafitte's has been around since the late 1700's when New Orleans was under Spanish rule. It made it through two big assed fires that destroyed the entire French Quarter except for Lafitte's. It's mainly a locals kind of place, so a few folks were suprised to see us shamelessly sporting our Panthers gear.
Jim Travers was the first of the twelve to finish their VooDoo Daiqiri which is alledgedly a mixture of everclear, 151, and grape stuff. It tastes like a giant Dimetapp slushie. It's outstanding. Here's Mark Campbell feverishly trying to catch up.
If you know me, you know that I don't drink liquor. Alcholism is rampant in my extended family history and I really enjoy liquor. Thus, I rarely drink it. Upon one sip of this wondrous grape mixture, I decided to make the weekend one of these rare occasions. The VooDoo quickly turns the tongue a scary deep thigh bruise color. The Lady and I showed ours off for the rest of the evening.
We left Lafitte's, rolled down Bourbon St., and quickly ducked into the Tropical Isle Bar for pizza, gumbo, and veggie burgers. We also came upon a wonderful drink known as The Hand Grenade. It's alledgedly a mixture of rum, everclear, gin, melon liquor, and vodka. It's fruity, delicious, and quite potent, too. Easily my favorite drink in New Orleans.

Here's The Lady Enjoying a Hand Grenade of her own. There's a blues band with a guy named Hambone playing trumpet over her left shoulder.